"In some ways it is, I suppose," she agreed, after taking a moment toanswer me, during which she looked very thoughtful. At last shesmiled, having bee... rather grim to this point, but then she turnedserious again. "And now, as for you and your fate..." She stoppedherself yet again and stared at me.In all innocence, I had been so riveted by what Ginny was saying, thatI was unaware that my gown had quite come undone. It was my fault, thesash being likely to fail unless it were to be tied ever so. Opening the door all the way, the scene wasn’t one Ron had expected. Todd, Jessica’s 18-year old boyfriend, was kneeling on the bed with her jeans halfway off her legs. He was frozen in place; his eyes open wide astonishment at, literally, getting caught in the act. It took several breathless seconds for Ron’s mind to register what he was watching. He moved his gaze slowly noticing his daughter still had on her underwear, a bra but no shirt, and was mumbling. Her head on a pillow with eyes. He had also commissioned a wedding gown, fitted for the corset. That meant I could ask Francine and CC to also wear a corset, not that anyone would notice in Francine's case. I saw a shopping trip coming. The dresses might be more difficult, but there were probably specialty stores in New York. On the other hand, I wanted to ask Martha Douglas, who was much more a matron than a maid.We dealt with my lack of family. Mom might come, but I would not hold my breath. I had cousins who might send. Henrik played to his handicap, but Bill struggled with his drives and was too often trying to make a miraculous recovery shot. I'd been there in the past and I knew how futile that was. At the end of the game, we were all even. I was very happy with that result. I checked my score and saw that I shot a ninety-three. That was a pleasant surprise.Everyone agreed it was a tight, enjoyable match, but to have it end in a tie wasn't good enough. There would be a putting contest to determine who would.